‘How I wish I could understand the meaning of the different songs of all the birds! I would give half my wealth to the man who could make plain to me all the different songs of the different birds.’
The Tsar came and immediately the witch began to urge him: ‘Give your command, yes, give your command to kill the little Kid. He is a nuisance to me, he is entirely detestable to me!’
When Robin was grown to six years of age, he was so knavish that all the neighbours did complain of him; for no sooner was his mother’s back turned, but he was in one knavish action or another.
The Snow Queen kissed Kay again, and then he forgot all about little Gerda, Grandmother, and all the others at home.
This Frederick! A naughty, wicked boy was he!
The giant took up little Thumbling carefully with two fingers, examined him, and without saying one word went away with him.